Yikes
I am officially an uncoordinated collection of clumsy sticks compared to this guy:
It is waaaaarm, people. Seventy degrees today. And this morning we had around ninety-four percent humidity. No fun! Luckily/Lazily I did not ride in today because of lateness and grocery shopping later tonight. But fear not, ye ecological enthusiasts, if I'm not riding a bike I'm carpooling.
Yesterday I was way overdressed for The Ride. I was a sweaty mess by the time I got to work, and I was only sporting a manly Marino wool t-shirt and sexy Solo vest. For the record, Marino wool is the best thing since people started saying "the best thing since..." I wish my whole wardrobe was made out of the stuff. I need me about four more pair of them underpants.
Since I didn't ride in I'm making the most out of being physically inactive and fasting for the day. Or at least planing on it. I don't even know if one day of not eating qualifies as fasting, but whatevs.
Deciding to fast is like deciding to exercise more or get up earlier: It sounds awesome and you look forward to doing something genuinely good for self, but then find a million excuses not to do it once the time comes. Luckily work has beenshite busy today and I haven't had a spare moment to go lurking for food. Just some fasting tea and anger for me today, thanks.
Why the fast, you ask? My stomach has been acting really weird lately. Not weird like, "Ooch. Ice cream normally doesn't affect me this badly, I wonder what's up." Weird like, "Umm... I think my stomach lining has been replaced by a substitute teacher." It still does the job, but just barely and differently than I'm used to. If I consume anything that a vegan and or puritan would shake their heads at, my tummy rebels by feeling warm and then angry. The warmth is akin to drinking shots on an empty stomach. If any of you are belly doctors, please let me know what this means.
Personally (and I'm only a doctor of love, not of anatomy) I think my body has reached a stage where it gets upset if I try to pollute it with things that hinder it's ability to rock ass on a bicycle like caffeine, refined sugar, small children, and solid cow extracts. Maybe it's forcing me to be a healthy eater, instead of just cramming thirty-four mini York Peppermint Patties in my face a day and calling it a day. Who knows.
Alrighty, break over. Time to get back to pulling down that rent.
Take care.
- David
It is waaaaarm, people. Seventy degrees today. And this morning we had around ninety-four percent humidity. No fun! Luckily/Lazily I did not ride in today because of lateness and grocery shopping later tonight. But fear not, ye ecological enthusiasts, if I'm not riding a bike I'm carpooling.
Yesterday I was way overdressed for The Ride. I was a sweaty mess by the time I got to work, and I was only sporting a manly Marino wool t-shirt and sexy Solo vest. For the record, Marino wool is the best thing since people started saying "the best thing since..." I wish my whole wardrobe was made out of the stuff. I need me about four more pair of them underpants.
Since I didn't ride in I'm making the most out of being physically inactive and fasting for the day. Or at least planing on it. I don't even know if one day of not eating qualifies as fasting, but whatevs.
Deciding to fast is like deciding to exercise more or get up earlier: It sounds awesome and you look forward to doing something genuinely good for self, but then find a million excuses not to do it once the time comes. Luckily work has been
Why the fast, you ask? My stomach has been acting really weird lately. Not weird like, "Ooch. Ice cream normally doesn't affect me this badly, I wonder what's up." Weird like, "Umm... I think my stomach lining has been replaced by a substitute teacher." It still does the job, but just barely and differently than I'm used to. If I consume anything that a vegan and or puritan would shake their heads at, my tummy rebels by feeling warm and then angry. The warmth is akin to drinking shots on an empty stomach. If any of you are belly doctors, please let me know what this means.
Personally (and I'm only a doctor of love, not of anatomy) I think my body has reached a stage where it gets upset if I try to pollute it with things that hinder it's ability to rock ass on a bicycle like caffeine, refined sugar, small children, and solid cow extracts. Maybe it's forcing me to be a healthy eater, instead of just cramming thirty-four mini York Peppermint Patties in my face a day and calling it a day. Who knows.
Alrighty, break over. Time to get back to pulling down that rent.
Take care.
- David
posted by BuddhaDave at
12:24 PM
1 Comments:
I think my tummy would go on strike too after 34 peppermint patties (or anything else).
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